Tribute Song Lyrics

Tribute Lyrics

The following lyrics are from songs that have been written pertaining to Doug.

Ace When I Fold
Written by Steve Larson
Performed by Steve Larson
Looking for something
To ease all the pain I have found
Sometimes it's so hard to keep life from dragging you down

You never said you'd be leaving this way
I was standing there believing
You'd probably stay

It's always hard when
Your friends go and leave you behind
I try my hardest
To only remember good times

You never said you'd be leaving this way
I was standing there
Always believing
That you were here to stay

I gave you an ace when I fold
And I heard you cheated
And I surely know
We had some good times
Getting stoned 'til dawn
And everyone knows those guy's would be nothing
Without your songs

Looking for something
To ease all the pain I have found
Sometimes it's so hard to keep death from dragging you down

Don't Wanna Know
Written by Blush, Clyne, Naffah, Edwards
Recorded by The Refreshments
Appearing on Fizzy Fuzzy Big & Buzzy
Ghost town on a Tuesday night
That ok I'm feelin' alright
It's easier to grab a beer
Without a thousand people here

Talkin' to a friend of mine
Ask him man
He'll say he's just fine
Talk of songs and inspiration
Dreams and financial desperation

I wonder where I'll be in a year
Probably be sittin right here
But if you know the answer
Don't tell me anyone
I don't wanna know

Well I don't wanna know

We've been saying we're going go somewhere
For a long long time
Nothing ever happens
Why's it never happen

Ya We've been prayin' we're going get somewhere
For a long long time
But it never happens
Why's it never happen

I wonder where I'll be in a year
Probably be sittin right here
But if you know the answer
Don't tell me anyone
I don't wanna know

Cause I don't wanna know

Tributary Otis
Written by Blush, Clyne, Naffah, Edwards
Recorded by The Refreshments
Appearing on The Bottle & Fresh Horses
Well I've travelled
And I've seen the things I build, you're working
Workin' to bring me down
And I may be thirsty now
And I will go beyond this thirst
And my tears I cry for you will all go dry

So I lay down on the floor, turn on my radio
Come on River Otis make me cry
'Cause I've been out all night
And I had to give up the fight
So come on River Otis make me cry
Come on River Otis make me cry

Well I have fallen
But I have risen too
And what I believe in
Now I see through
And you got thirsty too
Said come to my well
And the only thing you brought was your thousand yard stare

So I lay down on the floor, turn on my radio
Come on River Otis make me cry
'Cause I've been out all night
Still I had to give up the fight
So come on River Otis make me cry
Come on River Otis make me cry
Yeah make me cry

Well I've travelled
And I've seen the things I build, you're working
Workin' to bring me down
Well I aint thirsty no more
I've gone beyond that thirst
And the tears I cried for you, all gone dry

So I lay down on the floor
Turn on my radio
Come on River Otis make me cry
Cause I been out all night
Still I had to give up the fight
Now come on River Otis make me cry
Come on River Otis
Come on River Otis make me
Come on River Otis make me cry
Yeah make me cry
Yeah yeah make me cry, cry
Come on River Otis
Come on River Otis
Come on River Otis make me
Come on River Otis
Come on River Otis
Make me try
Make me cry
Come on River Otis
Come on and make me cry
Try-try try try try
Come on and make me cry

Oh Uh!
Written by Blush, Clyne, Naffah, Edwards
Recorded by The Refreshments
Appearing on The Bottle & Fresh Horses Demos
Uh oh, I ripped off Buffalo Tom again
Uh oh, I ripped off CCR
Uh oh, I ripped off Violent Femmes again
Uh oh is that Doug Hopkins' guitar

So where are your loyalties
They're in with my royalties
It's mighty neat that you know who to thank boy
Stealing won't get you any closer to the bank boy

Uh oh, I ripped off Rolling Stones
Uh oh, I ripped off Camper Van
Uh oh, I ripped off Uncle Tom Petty again
Eat the salted peanuts out the can

So where are your loyalties
They're in with my royalties
It's mighty neat that you know who to thank boy
Stealing won't get you any closer to the bank boy

So I never got bred into that indy tread
I got no vinyl spoon in my mouth
But as soon as we're fed you know we're gonna get bread
So when the going gets tough, the tough go south oh yeah

Uh oh, I ripped off the Pretenders
Uh oh, I ripped off the Cars
Uh oh, I ripped off Johnny Cash
Uh oh, I forgot who we are

So where are your loyalties
They're in with my ever shrinking royalties
It's mighty neat that you know who to thank boy
Stealing won't get you any closer to the bank boy

Sha la la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la la la de da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la de da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la de da

Everybody dies frustrated inside and that is beautiful
La de da

Seeing Stars
Written by Robin Wilson
Recorded by Gin Blossoms
Appearing on Follow You Down (single b-Side)
Spit it out, the sad truth
One of many secrets we acquired in youth
My dirty clothes
Lately I keep 'em in the luggage that you to gave me
With a little luck, one night
We'll drink together in a different light
Our heads down, our ears ring
We only see angels when we both believe
Take me, take mine, hide it away
Take me, take mine, hide it away
Spit it up, the right words
Of course we always keep 'em where we know it hurts
The little things you did too
I'd almost still believe if it weren't for you
Take me, take mine hide it away, hide it away (so late?)...
You said "Surround me when it's over, I can't stand it another night"
Forever now and definitely sober
When we stare in a different light
Spit it out, the sad truth
One of many secrets we acquired in youth
The right words
Lately I keep 'em in the luggage that you gave to me
Take me, take my hurting away (so late)
Take me, take my hurting away, hurting away (so late)
Take me, take mine, hide it away (so late)
Take me take my hurting away, hide it away (so late)

Hey Douglas
Written by Shireen Liane
Recorded by The Slingbacks
Appearing on All Pop, No Star
Can't sleep cause it's winter
And the sun hurts all the time
But your dizzy sugar's never wasted here
All your b-sides that I'm singing in the shower
Hymns to longer days

Hey Douglas won't you stick around
Don't leave me here with these sad clowns

Can't cope with the darkness and surrender's getting near
Want to wish you back to when your heart was clear
Hit the bottle, and the bottle hits you back
Even harder every time

Hey Douglas won't you stick around
Don't leave me here with these sad clowns

You don't have to say you're sorry
You just have to breathe it in
And you say you will
And you say you will
And you say you will

Hey Douglas won't you stick around
Don't leave me here with these sad clowns
Hey Douglas slow down
Hey Douglas fall down
Please don't leave me standing here alone

All Pop, No Star
Written by Shireen Liane
Recorded by The Slingbacks
Appearing on All Pop, No Star
This is our season of regret
Your adolenscent dreams of fame
Tracing your autograph on a polished bar
Didn't get you very far
All pop, no star

No this should have been your rags to riches
Instead of detox wards and stitches
Left all the luxury of drinking under the stars
And sleeping in your car
All pop, no star

And when the shaking stopped you could be all star, no pop
Spinning in your bed like a suicide in my head

Whenever I want you around
Your ghosts will always come
They'll always drag me down
As fallen heros go, you know you are the one without some pointless gun
No fun
Didn't get you very far
All pop no star
We love you as you are
All pop, no star.

Doug Hopkins
Written by
Recorded by The Boy Wonder Jinx
Appearing on Doug Hopkins (7' single)
Party here in Tempe
Could we hear your band?
Easy on the whiskey
Keep your steady hand
Next thing's a smiling doorway
It's really for the best
Something small and hollow
Breaks inside your chest

Drink up, drink up
All the skylines worth forgetting
Give up, give up
All the tail-lights you've been chasing
Coward's dead, coward

Did she listen softly?
Did she even hear?
Notes as wailing angels?
Lines dissolving tears?
So you're crashing elsewhere
So she didn't stay
It's got some kid shaking
Isn't that okay?

Back up, back up
There's some verses worth restating
Hold up, hold up
All your choruses left waiting
Soldier's dead, soldier

Motel sign blasts off and on
Screen fills up with enemies
I hate to hear her machine talk
Cold and black control in hand
I need some service
I deserve it

Diner here in Tempe
Could you come along?
Neon violet jukebox
I think you know this song
Children by the millions
They don't wait for us
Build their perfect rockers
On their yellow bus

Look up, look up
All the stars are devastated
Hold up, hold up
Shit went down but it wasn't fated
Speak up, speak up
I can't hear your damn excuses
Hold up, stay up, wait up
Brother's dead, another
Brother's dead, another

Voices
Written by Mark Zubia, Lawrence Zubia
Recorded by Zubia Brothers
Appearing on Voices On The Street
I will meet you in the office of a laywer
Where we will watch the past implode like a voyer
And I will walk away and telephone my brother
While you are laughing, drinking wine
In the arms of another

Now I'm falling in too deep
Falling can't you see
That I'm always hearing voices on the street

Well I followed you through hell to Arizona
Where Doug Hopkins took his life
With ample warning
Me and Paul drank ourselves blind into a corner
And it took Brent to finally recognize the order

Now I'm falling in too deep
Falling can't you see
That I'm always hearing voices on the street
Always hearing voices on the street

And I'm falling in too deep
Falling can't you see
That I'm always hearing voices on the street
Always hearing voices on the street
Voices on the street
Hearing voices on the street